This is two good two kill here giving you an idea of one of the stories that has been rattling around inside my head. I know that there are a lot of Halo and Mass Effect cross overs, many of which are very well written, and I thought I might give my crack at it. I've looked most of the stories over and I haven't seen any quite like the one I have planned. If people like this story then I will probably begin writing it out. If not, then I will move onto a different idea. Please drop a review giving me your feedback.
For a quick background summary I have simply borrowed the Spartan N from a fanfiction of mine that I have no clue if I will go back on. I have held off on details as I want to see how many people would be interested in this little teaser. Anyways I'm getting off topic here.
The story begins post Halo 3. Mankind is rebuilding, but they are far ways off from being back at the height of their power. Meanwhile a discovery is made on mars. The Promethean Archives (or whatever it's called, I'll get the exact details later). This discovery launches technology most people never thought possible. While some wish to tentatively study technology, others wish for a full scale implementation. The discovery has also lead to the Mass Relay which lead to a different kind of colonization. The first of which to be colonized is Shanxi (Most of you know the story from there).
While humanity has begun to recover the factions of the Covenant begin to degrade. Without the Prophets leadership to guide them war has broken out and technology has begun to fail. Each member of the Covenant has broken off, many of which are trying to rebuild their society. The Unoggy, the Yanme'e, and the Mgalekgolo have all returned to their home planet cutting off all connection with the other races. The San 'Shyuum have gone into hiding, no one knows of their whereabouts. The Kig-yar have returned to their pirating nature and seem to be the only known race that is recovering. The Jiralhanae like had retreated behind their borders, they have not been heard from since and are likely still fighting tribal wars with one another. The Sangheili find themselves very much alone with only years left now before they fall apart. A power vacuum has been made, and those with the ambition may create a new empire.
The Spartan simply known as N descended down the stairs to meet Cerberus's head leader the Illusive Man, or so he thought. The double reinforced doors parted to a dimly lit square room. Proceeding cautiously into the room he suddenly wished that he had his weapon on him. The legendary Spartan gut instinct wasn't being set off, so for now he trusted in Cerberus's word. The doors slid shut behind him and the pedestal that he stood on came to life. A blazing orange cylinder of a holographic grid surrounded him. The image reminded him of being in a cage.
The quantum communication entangler with the room began to transmit data to the devices sister particle. As the devices began to speak to one another the orange grid was replaced with none other than the Illusive Man with a red sun at his back. The Illusive Man sat upon a simple black chair with the rays of sun almost seeming to radiate off him. For a normal man the sight may have inspired power and authority. N however wasn't easily moved.
"I thought we would be meeting face to face." N said more aggressively than he meant too.
"I'm sure that a man such as yourself can appreciate the fact that I don't trust you."
"Ditto."
The Illusive Man gave no response to the childish comeback.
"I'm sure you are wondering why ONI betrayed you?"
"That and how you so happened to be conveniently there at the exact same time."
"There is no conspiracy theory here. We heard from a reliable source that ONI was moving resources to dispatch you and several other Spartans."
"Others?" he asked not really commenting on the amount of bullshit that the Illusive Man said about their not being a conspiracy theory. When dealing with men and women of this nature there always were conspiracy theories.
"None of which is your concern at the present."
N had to bite his lip from giving this idiot a piece of his mind. When it came to other Spartans it was damn well a concern of his.
"So why did ONI want me dead?" he asked after he had gotten control of his anger.
"They feared that you might go running to Admiral Anderson or Hacket if you discovered some of their more darker secrets…" he took a drag on his cigar "and your past relationship with the Team Ravager. Specifically War."
"Why would they be scared of a man who not only put his life on the line, but lost his way back home?"
"He knew some of their darker secrets. You don't believe he is dead?"
"Spartans never die."
The Illusive Man said nothing for a moment has he took another drag from the cigar. Personally N found it quite rude to stop conversation to take another drag. Briefly he hoped that the Illusive Man might die from it. It was not to be the case however.
"You probably deserve to know why I risked my men, my organization, my secrecy to bring you here."
"For my undying gratitude?" N's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"My organization, if Miranda has not already told you, is Cereberus. We were a watch dog group formed by the UN council to keep an eye upon ONI."
"A secret organization charged with keeping watch on another secret organization? Genius! I want to punch the one who came up with this stupid idea."
"I have recently found out that my former boss Admiral Paragonsky has secretly been pushing for war against the scattered factions of the Covenant."
"I don't think most people would be opposed to it, but is the UNSC even ready for that kind of effort?"
"No. Not even close. Even with the discovery of "Mass Effect Technology" we still aren't anyway where close to begin a full on war with them. Although we both know that there are other methods to win a war."
"So as the organization keeping an eye upon ONI what would you want to do?"
"Where Lord Admiral Hood would prefer a truce, Admiral Paragonsky destruction, I have another idea in mind." The Illusive Man said as he rose up from his chair.
"Dramatic drumroll please." N thought humorously to himself.
"I want to return the Covenant back to its former glory and into the services of their Gods. To have this new Covenant devote their lives to the defense of the Forerunners' children. In short, I want control."
"Great idea," N said as he wondered how insane this man was, "but do you honestly believe that you can any of them to follow you?"
The next three words the Illusive Man spoke both chilled and intrigued the Spartan.
"I already have."
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